Pray speak not of that, it always makes me sad.

I hope to go before you, mother dear.
No; let us be gay to-day.

I am out of pain, mother, quite out of all pain; it does seem so strange; and I feel so bright and happy, that--mother, Can you keep a secret ?" "Nobody better, child.

Why, you know I can." "Then I will show you something so beautiful.

You never saw the like, I trow.